Megan S. was born January 1994 in a rural Northern town in Indiana. The scenery that she saw when she looked out her window helped inspire her to write this poem. She plans to attend college after graduation.
Leavesby: Megan S.
Leaves fall slowly down around.They come in all shapes and sizes, a beautiful landscape picture, it comprises.Red, orange, yellow, and brownthey form a blanket on the ground.The tree beside me advisesto savor when the situation arises,all the leaves falling gracefully to the ground.
The crunching sound they make, is like no otherwhen walking amongst the treeson a scattered lawn.To hear it on a dark, dreary night makes me shutter.I can't help but marvel at the leaves, because soon they will all be gone.
Megan S. was born January 1994 in a rural Northern town in Indiana. The scenery that she saw when she looked out her window helped inspire her to write this poem. She plans to attend college after graduation.
Leavesby: Megan S.
Leaves fall slowly down around.They come in all shapes and sizes, a beautiful landscape picture, it comprises.Red, orange, yellow, and brownthey form a blanket on the ground.The tree beside me advisesto savor when the situation arises,all the leaves falling gracefully to the ground.
The crunching sound they make, is like no otherwhen walking amongst the treeson a scattered lawn.To hear it on a dark, dreary night makes me shutter.I can't help but marvel at the leaves, because soon they will all be gone.
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